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the other morning when he’d woken up and was still rumpled and sweet looking. Yeah, he was a rock star. But he was also her boyfriend. And there was no reason he couldn’t be something more, if he wanted to be.
    But did he want to be? Would he ever be able to go on an interview and not screw the reporter if she was hot?
    She’d have to find out.
    Candy called Dave’s cell, cursing under her breath when it went to voicemail . Damn. It was just as well. What was she going to do, directly ask him if he was sleeping around?
    Um…yes . That’s exactly what she would do. And if he was, then she was going back home and fuck the rest of the tour.
    Her phone beeped as a text came in from Dave . Sorry I missed u, what’s up?
    She texted back, I read your interview.
    He answered, LOL, how’d I do?
    Candy’s thumbs stopped, poised above her phone ’s keypad. Taking a deep breath, she typed and then hit send before she could stop herself. Did u screw her?
    There was no answer . No text back. Candy’s heart dropped and she frantically wondered what the silence meant. Was he crafting an apology? Or maybe he was furious with her for even asking—after all, he’d never promised monogamy. She stared at the phone, willing him to text to her back. No answer.
    Suddenly the phone rang, the TopShelf ringtone turning a couple of heads in the coffee shop as she quickly answered it.
    Dave was talking before she could even say hello. “Did I screw who ?” he asked. “Why do you think I screwed anybody?”
    “I’m not trying to insult you, Dave, and I know we never promised each other monogamy or anything—we’re not high school kids going steady . I get that. We’re adults, having fun.”
    “Yeah, well, it’s not fun to have conversations like this,” he said .
    “Okay,” Candy said . She had to make a choice as to whether or not she trusted him or she’d go crazy trying to maintain a relationship with him. She did trust him—she trusted him with her body and, it seemed, with her heart as well. As long as he was honest.
    “We need to talk about this monogamy thing, though,” Dave said . “Tonight.”
    “Okay,” she said again , her voice gone flat.
    He was going to break up with her —that was clear. Too bad, since Candy was pretty sure she had just realized something—against her better judgment, she had fallen in love with him.
    She felt like she’d been sucker-punched. Why did she have to fall for a guy she had to share with millions of people?
    ***

Chapter Six
     
    Candy’s hands trembled as she stood alone in the hotel room later that evening, looking out over the New York City lights from the penthouse view. She never should have let herself get so attached to a rock star. It was supposed to be a one night stand. What had she been thinking to go on tour with him—to spend the past five months glued to his side, going to his shows every night?
    Sure, it had been fun . Lots of fun. And she was able to keep her freelance graphic design business going by working on her laptop during the day.
    But it was all going to be over soon . She was dreading their date to ‘talk about this monogamy thing.’ Candy didn’t want to break up with him—she loved him. But she wasn’t sure she could still be with him if he was going to tell her he wanted to sleep with other people. It just wasn’t her style.
    It was foolish for her to think she could treat this relationship as an extended fling. Despite her best intentions to stay emotionally unattached, sh e’d gotten thoroughly roped in.
    So much for protecting her heart.
    She jumped when she heard the door to their hotel suite open, but she didn’t turn around. He would see her crying, and that would be terrible.
    “Hey , babe,” Dave said, coming up behind her and putting his muscular arms around her waist. “I missed you.”
    Candy leaned her head back on his chest and breathed shakily. Was this going to be how it all ended?
    “What’s wrong, Candy?” His voice